Blacktail Deer Plateau evolution of consciousness

Fox grinned as he spoke. He was far, far more romantic than she would ever be. She did not know why it was the way it was, but she liked it anyway. She was content with how she was, and she was just as content with the way that he was. They were just a basketful of contentedness. Unless, of course, they were discussing the nuances of permitting other litters to be born. But those thoughts were about as far from Fox's mind as they could get right now.

Smiling as he said the final thing he loved about her, Fox squirmed around so "dat ass" was right up in his face. Then, with no shame about it, she farted. Not knowing what kind of reaction that would get her, she rolled to her feet as quickly as she possibly could and took off. "Betcha he doesn't love dat stinky ass."